Bad Idea (Hariana)

048. 20 STICHES IN THE HOSPITAL ROOM

NARRATOR
(Trigger warning! Birth, talks of hospitals, etc. Please only continue if you feel comfortable.)

BLAIR screamed out in pain, Mikey, growing nervous of his best friends state. Mikey opened her door and went to Blair's side, opening the door to help her come down.

"I can't give birth yet," Blair cried out, her anxiety growing bigger and bigger, making the pain on her stomach grow as well. "I can't fucking believe him, why isn't Harry here?!" Mikey said, holding his best friend's waist and arm, guiding her to the entrance.

It was in the middle of the night so luckily no one noticed the pop star when they entered the hospital, and they were quickly sent into a room. Blair's doctor, Dr. Endres immediately rushed to the hospital.

While Blair was inside, Mikey made some calls to Joan and Frankie, alerting them of the birth. He dialed Harrys number as well, but still no answer.

"There's always a high risk but wouldn't know until she's out." Doctor Endres said. Mikey listened to the doctors carefully, who were seemingly concerned about the baby's health. However, it was hard to listen to what they were saying over the sound of Blair's wailing and yelling. "I need Harry with me." Blair shouted.

"Let's do another ultrasound to see your baby." She offered and got the device. She applied the blue gel on top of her bump while a nurse got her blood pressure. "Well, your daughter has complete set of fingers and toes. Her heartbeat is fine, and she appears healthy. Let's just hope for the best." She said and left for awhile, saying she'd come back when it was time for the ultrasound.

"Fuck!" She whispered once she experienced another wave of contractions, breathing through her mouth and clenching her fingers on the sheets.

Beside Blair, Troye and Victoria wore angry expressions as they kept calling and texting Harry. None of the friends had any clue where he was, and expected him to have showed up half an hour ago.

The door flung open, the friends and Blair holding their breath, hoping it was Blair. Sadly, it wasnt harry. Instead, the nurse had come into the room, epidural in hand.

The size of the needle was bigger than any other needle Blair had gotten before, and the idea of something that big entering her spine sent chills throughout her bones.

"Alright, Blair. I just need you to sit up and take a deep breath in okay, angel?" Nurse Vienna Jackson calmly asked the young woman, placing a comforting hand onto her shoulder.

Blair nodded her head and sat up, allowing her legs to hang off of the side of the bed. She leaned into a side table that Mikey pushed over, allowing her to not move too much from the pain.

"Alright, Blair. Deep breath in.." Nurse Jackson calmly muttered, her eyes completely focused on what exact spot the needle entered Blair's back.

The young woman inhaled deeply and felt the needle enter her back, making her jump up slightly in pain. "Fuck." She muttered, gripping Mikey's hand tightly as the pain faded away.

"Where the fuck is Harry?! He should be here holding your hand, not fucking Mikey!" Troye yelled, waving his hands around the room. Blair laid back onto the bed as Nurse Jackson left the room, allowing her silent tears to fall onto her chest.

Small droplets of water fell from Blair's eyes and onto the hospital gown, soaking the baby blue fabric.

She heard the hospital room door open and it revealed, a exhausted and bloodshot-eyed Harry. "Oh my God, finally. Is it really that hard to show up to your fiancé's delivery?!" Victoria shouted, eyeing him.

Harry just ignored her and went beside Blair, quickly placing a kiss atop her head. "I'm sorry baby." He whispered. Holding her hands, she looked at him with her teary eyes and smiled. "It's alright, Harry. You're here now." She replied. Blair began Groaning in agony as the pain intensified.

Mikey eyed Harry with a judging look. He always hated how easily she forgave him for things. For fucks sake, this was the delivery of their child.

"Fuck." She whispered, gripping Harry's hand tighter. Even though Mikey, Troye and Victoria were mad at Harry, they knew that he truly cares for her, and he just tended to fuck up at times when he probably shouldn't be. He definitely shouldn't be.

"Our daughter is going to be premature, Harry. I don't think I can do this yet." She said, her eyes welling up in tears once again in concern for her little angel.

"We might not be ready, but she is." He whispered, caressing her coffee colored hair. He held her stomach and whispered. "Baby, please come only if you're ready. Because once you're out, you're stuck with us. Forever." Harry whispered quietly with a small smile, also making Blair crack one through her pain.

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BLAIR was going on her third hour of labor and she still can't give birth just yet. Frankie and Joan Klein rushed to the hospital once they got word of what had happened. Luckily they were in town, unlike Gemma and Anne who had already boarded a flight from London.

The epidural didn't seem to be working for Blair. Maybe it was because of how late they got to the hospital, or a poor injection of the painkiller. Whatever the case, the young woman was in pain. A tremendous amount.

Another pain filled hour passed by as the girl laid there in agony, and finally, it's time. She had already dilated into the right measurement and is now ready to push. Only four people stood inside; Doctor Endres, Nurse Vienna Jackson, Joan Klein, and of course, Harry Styles.

Beads of sweat formed on Blair's forehead as she felt herself stretch out, her legs feeling cramped as they rested on the stirrups. "Alright sweetheart, you're going to push on the count of 3, hold it as long as your body is able to, then we're going to do another one, okay?" Dr. Endres asked, looking at Blair.

The pregnant young woman nodded, her body pulsating in pain. She gripped Harry's hand tightly while her mother brushed the hair out of her face, feeling just as much anxiety as her small daughter.

"3, 2, 1...push baby." Dr. Endres coached. Blair pushed with all her might, grunting while Harry whispered encouraging words to her. "Shit! I can't do this." She yelled, breathing hard and crying in pain. "You're already here, love. You're doing amazing. Just a little more and he'll be out." Her fiancé encouraged.

"You're doing amazing darling. Let's do the second one. Try and hold it a bit longer, okay? Ready...3, 2, 1...." Blair pushed again for the second time.

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